I stood in the sun
and thought of you
and of my junebug heart.
It clings on, unshakable,
even after it’s death.

And you like that about me,
my junebug heart that is.
You think you have one too.
I know that you don’t.
Yours is fleeting.

Today I bought from the market
a kilo of tomatoes
and a few cucumbers.
Totally 4.80 leva.
She also bought a kilo –
less cucumbers
more tomatoes.
For 4.80 leva.
A sunny day.


Bulgarian monetary unit, approximately - $ 1 is 1.5 leva.

I've had my share
of naked luck
but I make love
I do not ****

Don't get me wrong
I'm not unable
I simply prefer
to be strong and stable

Let my lips explore
the curves of your body
I'll start at your neck
and get more and more naughty

I'm blessed with size
I've learned technique
the foreplay alone
will bring you to the peak

I know that I'm forward
and hope not to offend
but trust me on this one
you won't have to pretend

So free up my fingers
and your wish I'll fulfill
show me what you like
and I'll bend to your will

I'll make your lips quiver
and you will arch your back
you'll be telling tales
of my skills in the sack

Don't take me for cocky
I prefer confident
and know I'm not selfish
I'll leave you content

It's not my intent
to get you on your knees
I won't aim for your eye
I aim only to please!

I wanted to call you--
in the wee hour, when only
      the roach stirs, or
      the cat light-stepping
across
some unseen shadow--
my soft quick patter
      there was no choice, what's
      one rushed goodbye
there would have been a fight
let's be mature
      about this--

            I want to say this
pragmatism is humiliating
it hurts the heart
      a little
a man would hang
on the last word
from such lips--
      but I didn't
call, you might be sleeping
      it's hard for you
      to sleep on
warm nights like this.

Instead
I sit alone quietly
watching my own shadow
      indistinct, that
dark second guess of me
thoughts of care and cowardice--
a fine bright line
      of morning
            falls
there on the floor, from which
each moment clearer and more fierce
the insects flee.

There were certain
        disturbances:
Skirts high on the thigh,
        front-row desks and
        that shadow between
                the knees;
Questions showing
        the definition of the torso
        and the upraised arm;
Sojourns to the office
        at dusk
        to pose shyly–
                fingered tress in golden
                lamplight between door and frame–
        and the door closing;
And of course
        learning, passion,
        bright eyes and
        a vernal splendor
                of poetry.

Be reckless with your words to me;
incite, provoke, use words as lips
and teeth and hands and silk restraints.
Press them deep into my skin –
leave marks, leave late, and come again.